A Betting Game

1. Meeting Her

Pre-note:

LOOK AT THE PRETTY COVER THE BEAUTIFUL Zane28_ did!

Long red hair, soft green eyes, slim waist and a voice to die for.

The girl currently stood over by a block of lockers at the end of the hall. She appeared to be right out of a male dream, her pale skin more than alluring against the contrasting colours of the black dress that she wore. The fabric clung around her waist, and finished at a debatable height, thin tights keeping what little skin that was left hidden.

In other words; not much was left to the imagination

Her neck and wrists were adorned with a variety of chains and bands, giving her a slight 'don't-care' vibe.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as I slammed my fist into my own locker, forcing it open after a moment of struggles. The small cabinet revealed a stack of books, plus a towel for gym class, all neatly aligned within the enclosed space. From where I stood, I could see the girl struggle with the combination for her locker, a string of profanities drifting across the hallway, aimed no one in particular.

The corridor was empty other than the two of us, a perk of coming in late after my car broke down ten minutes before the school junction. The shitty piece of machine was supposed to last till graduation, but at this rate, that was looking less and less likely. It wasn't like I would struggle with collecting money for another car; but the sentimental value vastly outweighed the option of getting a new, fresher model.

After a moment of internal debate, I pulled myself together, a maths textbook in my arms, and slammed the locker door shut. When I looked back over to the girl, her eyes met mine. Her thin arms were pulled across her stomach as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

I looked down, forcing what I hoped to be a slight swagger in my step as I walked past her, attempting to get by without having to force out an awkward social interaction. She was hot, and it had been a while since any decent material had made itself apparent at this school.

I was bound to be more than a little rusty.

Unfortunately - or rather, fortunately - the girl spoke.

"So, are you going to fucking help me or not?" Her voice was feminine, but definitely lacked that girly taint like most. I stopped as I got near her, raising an eyebrow slightly so that it disappeared into my mop of black hair.

"With that foul mouth?" Her eyes fixed on mine, and she let out a slight bark that resembled a laugh. "Hit it."

Eyes narrowing, the girl tilted her head. "What?"

Without explaining further, I walked towards her, realising only as I got closer the extent to which our height differed. Our eyes met as I lifted my arm, moving it with one swift motion so that my fist connected with the bottom corner, causing it to swing open. The girl looked up at me with a bemused expression, as the sound of the bell echoed through the hall.

"Nothing like a bit of brute force..." She murmured, as kids began filing out of rooms, my eyes widening slightly as she said so. A few of the boys exiting various classrooms did a double take at the site of the new girl, their shock turning into creepy leers.

A boy coming across the hall four rooms down looked at me with a questioning expression as he raised his hand and waved. As always, the subtly of my friend was outstanding, and I chuckled as he made his way over to me. Today, a bright yellow blazer finished off the otherwise casual outfit that he wore.